Forest floor

At school yesterday, enjoying the summer's peace and quiet, I betook myself to the courtyard to be with the trees. I mostly hang out in the canopy out my office window, though I make visits to touch the trunks of the red maples on the ground - including checking those who seem to have given up the ghost. But I don't usually sit in the white gravel platform, and so hadn't realized that not a few of those samaras seem to have taken root.